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We are on the verge of taking charge of america. The armed forces, the police, the spies and radicals are with me. No one can stop us. I came to america to have the greatest army on the planet, and religious freedom. I am right now leading an advance against the Corporations and Banks who have taken over the states. Once I have them defeated here, I will chase them across the planet. 

 I will hunt down the culprits behind this mess I was born into.

 Tea party has painted themselves into a corner where some fool has already spray painted a Swastika. Even conservatives are going to balk at that step backward into crowds with pitchforks and torches making decisions on the run -- bloody and inefficient. They have doomed themselves. Ever since Palin I have been stunned by how much better the far left is for america than the people they are throwing out.

 We are wobbling toddlers making our way down steep stairs, can't even agree to save the planet from extinction... preserve other species. If we die over our largess, it will be fucking justice for some.

‎"The geo-political situation america has put herself in has led to every major revolution since the beginning of time - the rulers take too many liberties with the people, the people rise up, rip them apart, and find someone more humble."

‎"Corporate interests are fanning the flames of prejudice to gather zombie forces. We must stop them before they force us to kill them."

Whether we live up to the ideals that as children filled our chests with hot pride as we looked on our Flag and recited the pledge of allegiance . . . or allow the idea of a Democracy to slip out of our hands... as we bow to a few selfish masters who do whatever the hell they want, and amend the Law to make their crimes legal... is entirely up to us.

 You had no idea they could tell such a BIG LIE, did you? I showed you they can. When I wrote keep no secrets, even from our weakest enemies, I knew they were going to try to Top Secret my activities, so I wanted as many witnesses as possible. We will win if we fight. Powerful forces are gathering. We will meet on Common Ground. Whether that is a graveyard or a banquet is up to God.

 I have nothing against pacifists, and encourage all my enemies to embrace this sublime philosophy while we gather our guns.

ggX

We come into this life expecting too much
and leave expecting too little

Only Hatred brings Justice.
Only love brings Peace.

 I urge YOU to do the right thing while there is still a micron of forgiveness left in my bones... mark this well -- my forgiveness is going to be a very, very rare commodity in the coming times.

 

sleep
sleep
little joy
sleep through the darkness
as we deploy

ggX

I had no idea how superstitious people were until they began to call me a God. Then I had a choice, the same choice intelligence operatives have been making since the beginning of time... will I use their God to terrify them? To lead them? Would I take this God that was nothing more than a Child's Club to me, and beat them over the head? I probably would have. God had other plans. 

The orders were: Threaten Violence. We're trying to stop the stealing of another presidency. They had no idea how effective a poet can be. I am a big hit with soldiers, so I blogged: 'Who is this man winning the loyalty of their troops; who snuck into their arsenal and got out with a few nuclear bombs?' A poem. Might of the pen. They moved in with swords. Would have killed me had I not drawn my own. ggx

 I marched my soldiers through the molehills
to the mountain
We found both are surrounded by crowds
mistaking one for the other
after we explained their mistake they began to march along

ggX

Updates From The Father

New visions.  One is similar to what I dreamt the night I also saw the face of God, with fire spewing from my chest and lightening from my black...   the other entirely new.


In the first  great waves of fire were flowing my heart,  burning everything before me from horizon to horizon.   Behind me a storm of lightening flew from my back so dense that it looks like a sheer wall of crackling electricity, and again,  destroys everything, again from one horizon to the other ... the end of life.   The vision came back to me the next day... cleansing all life from the planet.  Then I was spirit again, above the burning red round object once so blue and full of life.... 


Souls were everywhere around me,   white and gray bits of color on the black background of space.  Some are writhing,  afraid, direction-less, far from me and drifting further yet. . . others naturally drift to me, some I frantically gather.  In a splintered second, we fly through the stars.   Leaving behind horrified, screaming gray souls asking for a redemption that God no longer offers.   Perhaps this Hell... being literally left behind, lost in space, with the knowledge your savior has come and gone...
est.  

the Traveler

a curious speck of God appears
sent out on the insistence of muddled prayers
addressed to Gods primitive and sublime
cries from the lips of the birthing
and the dying
and everything in between

a distraction
a way of
fitting into the petri dish
under my microscope

less a son than an impulse of the Father
sending the message

I AM

The One With Many Faces

New words have been revealed to me of late.  The words surprise me.  Nothing new.  They horrify me, as always... the man wants nothing to do with the Plans of a God.  Why would he?

I am trying to separate my religion from my politics, though being what I am, this is impossible, ultimately;  and man's votes are driven by the ethics that drive good religions.  I would not want to tell people what to believe about God, just about life.  That is the truth.  The same things I have been told, I wish to retell, with whatever spin I have on them.  I want to be told the facts, and tell the facts... and let people examine them from an educated perspective.  Too many simply have no idea what is politically good for them.

How can I remain silent when I know I would have liked to have found the work of me as a middle aged writer when I was a younger man, and could have avoided all the circles I traveled as I hunted down the culprits behind this mess I was born into.

Wandering Jew.

Death on a cross

was a jail break 
from a prison of pure pain

Angels carried me up into the Heavens

for a pure moment 
 I was a curious warm feeling traveling the universe again

They remind me later the time

has come to don another mask 

suffer the flesh

be born again into the struggle

fight and love and steer the myths mankind 

His life cycles less the Christian
 coming once 
and leaving on a Cross
with a vow to come back


I AM in truth 
more the returning of the mindful Buddha

who reacts on an instinct

stronger than thought
he will never abandon the suffering

the same instinct that led Buddha 
from his Kingly garden

to starve under a Bodi tree

until his mind emptied enough 

for the universe to enter